Of Blood and Gold
21th of November 2006 A.D.
I have to try at least, it is that simple... and that hard. Hands sheathed in sundered idols and and skin of brass come together like thunder in the Wastes, the walls of metal ring like a bell and it is your voice they ring with. In speakers grown like strange flowers, on screens that flash first red then green, then blue finally to ultraviolet that only bat like eyes can see, a single command:
"Stop!"
For his part Broken Seeker flinches at the assault of sound and light, dropping the latest victim from the larger of his three current mouths, a good thing too since that's one of the vampires who seems to be coming too. falling to the ground shivering, vestigial wing muscles twitching uncontrollably and puking rancid blood all over the floor.
"Not as though this can get to be any more of a mess," you sigh under your breath, taking the head off another vampire who instead was still trying to break through the humans in their conjured...
pods. As you take a better look at it them now that you have the attention to spare you realize they look more like diesel punk sarcophagi. Not that it matters, they will be gone before everyone wakes up hopefully.
Another pair of vampires decides that trying to wrench another door open is the play, though fortunately Broken Seeker gets to them before they can compromise the integrity of the plane any harder than it already is.
"Do not move! Do not harm the others! Honorable surrenders will be accepted!" you blare out simple instructions in Spanish just in case some of them don't know English, trying to get a headcount of all the vampires who have broken free of the terror induced frenzy, no easy feat among the ruin of executive luxury that the cabin had become. In the end about half of the remaining Red Court Vampires take your offer of surrender, miserable, shivering whigs wrapped around themselves covered in blood regurgitated or otherwise, barely able to string words together.
"
What are you doing?" Broken Seeker asks in the tone of someone trying, and mostly failing to hold in laughter as you gently pry the clawed hands off one vampire's ears and repeat the surrender terms.
"Taking prisoners," you hiss back, annoyed that he seems to be taking his sweet time killing the last pair who aren't in the mood for surrender.
Of course he is taking his time Molly, he's naagloshii.
"You realize of course that leeches can track their progeny across land and sea and by the blood that binds them command their loyalty," he answers, voice growing thinner and sharper as his features turn first humanoid then bat-like, though far more muscular than any Red Court Vampire, even Arianna and covered in blood-red fur.
"Well it's a good thing I'm not taking them over land or sea then isn't it?" You try to moderate your tone, but that cat in the cream smirk isn't helping, nor the knowledge that the 'cream' is blood and pain "Wings of Aetheryc Spite can you get us down to breathable atmosphere levels?" you address the plane.
"Commencing."
"Great One!" you hear a voice echoing from one of the pods. "What is your will?"
In response one of the vampires hisses for them to be silent.
"Hey, hey, hey! Everyone's an equal prisoner here, until we get sorted out at least."
Gained
- 3 Red Court Elder Corpses (7th generation equivalent)
- Head of Arianna Ortega (6th Generation Equivalent)
- 7 Red Court Vampire prisoners (11th generation equivalent)
Silence falls, broken only by the sound of the naagloshii eating a pack of peanuts whole with an expectant look on his face. Heedless of the look you give him he saunters over to where the body of Arianna lies in pieces and picks out the golden bracers, polishing them off with his hat. "These go together but who shall take them I wonder?"
"What are they?" you ask looking over the beautiful designs of coiled jaguars and leaping serpents.
"Treasures of Cuauhtémoc, stolen in darkness and in haste. Able to shed even divine fire as you have seen and..." He gives them a lick of his long serpentine tongue. "Able to retain the blood of of those its bearer wounds, useful for a sorceress. Alas that cannot be split."
"Wait, absorb so they have yours...?"
"I cleaned it off," the skinwalker explains as though that should have been obvious.
Excuse me for not cleaning off magical traces with my tongue I guess, you snort inwardly
Item under Consideration: Bracers of the Last Emperor
Description: Crafted with all the skill of long dead Aztec goldsmiths with the faces of serpents and jaguars intermingled in red gold these Bracers would be counted a treasure by any museum, but the magic within them is more precious still. It is a thing born of an older age when the fire of the gods burned bright and brash reforged with blood to dark purpose
Abilities:
- Can block any attack, even aggravated damage
- They absorb blood from any attack the bearer has shed with an unarmed attack which remains fresh for 12 days
What do you do about the bracers?
[] Try to claim them for yourself (Charisma+Intimidation opposed)
[] Trade him elder bodies for it (Opposed roll to decide how many)
[] Let him have them, you can afford to be generous
[] Write in
OOC: You guys might also what to start brainstorming what to do next since you have quite a bit to juggle between the humans, the prisoners and the plane itself. 
